walk among lands [open]

[Ʀiddle]

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[atrb=background,http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy97/TeddyTia/caelanbn2.png] He could not quite pin point the exact reasoning behind why he decided to travel outside his pack's territory. All he knew was that currently he was standing in the middle of the Crimson Woods. A land that many have faced battles over territory disputes. A place that he himself had a few scraps with the other pack who had about as much desire for this place as Imperium Magnum. He chuckled lightly to himself. Who ever had picked the name for this place had the right idea. The lands were just tainted with the blood of many victim who have either lost their lives or got injured. Either way they left the precious red liquid the flows through every wolf. It was funny how this place was so appealing. To him it was no where near as special as perhaps a place that had desirable prey. Or perhaps a good watering hole. No here was just simply put a place for war. Caelan wondered how many lone wolves got themselves caught up in the petty wars. Certainly would be at the wrong place at the wrong time type of situation. He hoped they just turned around tail between their legs like good little wolves. Though if Caelan had anything to do with it he might not let them leave so easily. Sure he would play nice out of benefit for the alpha of his pack. He had to play the good guy then. But she did not mention anything wrong about him teasing the poor souls before they leave. That was after all his version of playing nice. He enjoyed seeing how much strings he could pull to see the reaction of his lets say special friends. He simply could not resist a chance to play some sort of mind game with someone. They did not call him devious for nothing among his pack mates. He got thrills out of playing a good game with his special friends. He saved his best games for those who are not a part of his pack. The strangers are his favorite. They are a new challenge to him. Of course he has to tread lightly. He certainly did not want to anger the lovely lady in charge of his pack. He just bend the rules a little bit. Speaking of his fellow pack members they had to be the main ones who did not suffer from his games but not completely. He teased in a kinder tone with them. He did not want to defer them away like he would with strangers. No he was just a royal pain for many of them. What could he say he enjoyed causing trouble. He wondered if he will find a new play toy out here. He had a good setting. Maybe he will find an little naive wolf he could play with. He can then tell them all kind of stories then. Or maybe one that was a challenge. One he would have to really dig deep to get in under their fur but yet still acting like their friend. Caelan walked passing many trees of all shapes and sizes. Glancing up towards the sky he make out little bits of the sky peering through the leaves of the tree tops above. It was not as cold as it is in his territory. It was a sign the cold season was going to settle in soon. Especially with the warm colors of the leaves starting to litter along the forest floor. He did not mind the winter. In fact he was sort of looking forward to it. Just like every year before he was confident his fur will keep him warm during the cold weather. He wondered how some of the others would think of the cold. They had to be use to it being part of the pack which was further up north. They lived in cold territory there. Thinking of his pack he decided he should probably start making his way back home. In case someone sends out some kind of search party for him. Caelan slowly started to make his way back in the direction where his pack's territory will lie. __________ ◄ tags, no one ◄ mood, content ◄ words, 700 ◄ Ʀiddle's thoughts, -----

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My mind wasn't set on anything particular. It wasn't as if there was a ingenious plot taking place, or some courageous battle. My paws carried me, until I caught sight of familiar surroundings. The ground underneath me was the rich scarlet color that gave everything life. It was the color that seeped out of the wounded, and the dying. I pushed my paw against the ground, almost wondering if the liquid would seep out from underneath my paw. But, to both my disappointment and expectation, it didn't.

Although I have never been part of a pack, I have fought for some before. At times of need I find that the alpha's may try to gather as many loners as they can in their fighting force. Some refuse. Others do it for some form of pay only. I myself only fight for a pack to get on good terms with the alpha. I can't conduct my business as a loner with the strongest packs after me. How you live your life is dependent on the decisions you make over the course of your life. Anyone could become an alpha if they had the right mindset. In fact, if the rumors are correct, a maned wolf has seized control of arguably the strongest pack on this continent. I mean, a maned wolf. How does a 100+ pound wolf let a 50 pound wolf win?

I was ambling around for no particular reason. It was a rare occasion for me to wander. I wasn't a drifter, wasn't one to wander somewhere for no particular reason. I was an impatient wolf, and thus I couldn't stand waiting around and finding something to do at my destination. You could say my life was well-planned, almost following a schedule. I also happen to see a little bit of a hyperactive disorder in myself. Maybe a little more than just that. Anyway, I don't wing it, go with the flow, or let life take it's course. I am always in control, and panic a little when I'm not.

As a slight breeze picked up I raised my nose and inhaled. The scent was almost clear of anything. Almost. The scent that I could catch even in my sleep. Wolf. My aggressive-oriented mind immediately cast my body into overdrive. My slow walk raised into a trot in moments. The Crimson Woods are not large, but it took me a good few minutes to locate the wolf. It seemed to be leaving, heading towards the Imperium Magnum. Although his back was turned to me, I involuntarily stepped forward. I snorted lightly.

"Leaving already? We mustn't be so hasty. The main event is just about to start," I growled, unsuccessfully trying to keep the hostility out of my voice. Upon past experiences I've learned that wolves bolt when threatened. Apparently they find a 160 pound wolf that just snarled at them intimidating. I just can't understand why.

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